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People seldom come into this world with clear cut ambitions on
what they want to become or what needs to be done by them in the
course of their lifetime. He was not one among them. His lifetime
People seldom come into this world with clear cut ambitions on what they want to become or what needs to be done by them in the course of their lifetime. He was not one among them. His lifetime was, by all usual standards, brutally short. Even insects, some of which lasted a little more than a week, outlived him by far. However, there was one definite difference between him and the other mortals. The gift of reincarnation. Before he was enveloped by darkness, during the prime of his life that he was always born into, he was invincible. If he was ever laid to rest during these intervals, he knew that it was temporary. He would be back with a vengeance in lesser time than it took to cook your average lead free noodles. The thought would have brought a smile to most faces, his included,if he was capable of such facial expressions. No, his expression was constant, unyielding, set in stone as he went about doing what he was meant to do.
These thoughts were far from his mind as he materialized. A sudden shot rang through the air. He whirled through the air. Something sprang to life in the sky, blinking in tandem with the sound of the gunfire. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to be pointing TOWARDS the fighting. He quickly followed, wondering what on earth was going on.Hed barely moved a few steps, when a splattering of red letters spread across the sky and the sounds of warfare suddenly ceased. Surreal. The silence which followed was deafening. He was about to continue down the same path when an odd odour wafted towards him. The smell of combusting gas? A weapon poked upwards. A head quickly followed.
Their eyes met.
Instinct, more than anything, caused him to point the firearm, which he had casually dismissed earlier, at the new entrant, who seemed to be levitating in air with the help of his jet boots. At least that explained the odour. He made short work of his opponent, but it did not escape his notice thatas his enemy fell, more lettering traced the sky. However, it was green. A barrage of questions swamped him. What is going on? What am I doing here? Even as they threatened to overwhelm him, a movement to the left caught his eye. Something green and oblong rolled out of the bushes. Comprehension dawned on him, just as he was sent to sleep.
However, this nap was fleeting. Inexplicably, he was back. He knew what he had to do, even if he did not know why.Conveniently, it seemed he was also equipped with jet boots! A logical question at this juncture would be why he hadnt bothered to check earlier. Yet, he could not afford that luxury, for the next few minutes were a blur of motion. Picking up this, throwing that. He was just starting to enjoy himself, when more lettering appeared. He was getting used to this. However, it intrigued him that this time it occupied the entire scenery in front of him. He strained to make out the letters. Their immense size was actually impeding his ability to decipher them. G-A-M-E-O-V-E-R.
The world disappeared. It felt like someone had simply pulled the ground from beneath his feet. In a fleeting instant, it was all gone. As he returned to his nirvana, ensconced by code, by 0s and 1s at their finest, a single thought. Cookies?
-In the boots of a Mini Militia soldier.